A doll head in my lap

It's raining outside. When it rains I get all innerds and think about my past transtegressions and my lifes...

When I was little I stole a doll from a drugstore near my Grandmama's house. The owner was this old man who drank milkshakes all day and never locked his cash drawer. It was safe in the day, remember? Now it's all security cams and shoot first ask questions tomorrow! Ok!? Anyways, I stold this doll and came home and was playing with it when my Grandmama came in. She asked me where I got the doll. I told her I stole it. She leaned into me with a sour look in her old wrinkly skinny face and said "Nice doll." She snatched it out of my hands faster than a gumdrop fall out your mouth when someone smack you on the back and ripped it's head off. She threw the head in my hands and she kept the body and walked out.

I sat there, with this blonde doll head in my lap. I cried.

That day I learnt something. Don't steal. Cuz someone can steal the stuff you stole from you. And then the stealing you did was all nult and voided out.

I'm hungry for a Kit Kat.